Jemma took Skye’s readings in her hand and frowned.
"This isn’t permanent, at least," Jemma said with a sigh of relief. "The infection will pass in a week’s time. Lorelei left her mark on all of us, I suppose."
She went to kiss Skye’s forehead and stopped herself with a frown .”Sorry, love. I’ll be able to do that soon.”
"This is ridiculous," Skye said. "I don’t need to touch Ward and have him suddenly get a thing for me. He’s been through enough."
"Just…cover yourself," Jemma said. "And…leather gloves. We’ll definitely need a pair of those."
She rifled through her desk drawer and tossed a pair to Skye. “Enjoy, princess.”
Skye looked up at her and grinned, getting off the lab table and lifting Jemma’s shirt up, running her fingers down Jemma’s stomach with the leather gloves on, a grin on her face when Jemma shuddered at the contact.
"Oh," she said. "I definitely will."
Jemma had to run another set of tests. The virus wasn’t as strong minus the skin to skin contact, but considering her head was swimming and her lower half was uncomfortably warm at the moment, there had to be some other kind of effect in play.
She would take tests later. After a bit of experimentation, perhaps.
Alrighty, here it is! (finally). I’m so sorry for putting this off so long, I’ve been very, very sick these past couple weeks. But! that no longer matters because I am baaack and ready to finish filling my prompts. Thanks lovely :)
"Come on, please?" Jem drawled out, running her fingers along the inside of Skye’s forearm as they lie in bed.
Wait a Moment [Skimmons, PG]
Summary: Jemma is not much for grand gestures. She bides her time and makes do.
Rating: PG mostly for death mentions.
Notes: I’m hopping on the femslash train and riding it right up to heaven, you can bet on it. Spoilers for TAHITI near the end!
Jemma did not make…
Moving quickly, Skye winds her arms tightly around Simmons as she leans over her, pulling her close, head nestled comfortably against her torso.
She sighs and revels in the warmth of her, as Simmons’s hands find Skye’s shoulders and rub small, comforting circles through the soft fabric of Skye’s pyjama top. (Well, it’s Simmons’s really, but she’s not going to argue over the details).
"But that’ll take aaages," Skye whines, but Simmons can feel her smiling against her.
"Sooner, thank you think," she replies soothingly, pressing her face once again to Skye’s hair, breathing in its fresh, clean scent. "Besides, are you going to take care of me, if I get sick?” she jokes, pulling away.
"Hey! You know I would," Skye answers defensively, crossing her arms over her chest as she sniffles slightly, her expression one of mock-hurt.
Simmons laughs, hiding a beaming smile as she bends to pick up her things from the table.
"Yes, I do."
So there was this prompt: “I want Simmons to ask Skye to teach her how to flirt. I want Skye to teach Simmons how to flirt but be moody about it. And then I want Simmons to use all her lessons and flirt with Skye. And then I want kissing.”
And I had to do it because I live for skimmons…